Let’s celebrate

I am in crowd yet again,
I don’t blend yet again,
Distant is blur,
And I smile in bluff;

I am in crowd yet again,
Let’s celebrate.

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Appeal

When I wanted to write you,

Works at hand were plenty,

And you invaded them but hopelessly;

The bitten thumb nail,

Irregular near the middle,

Catches my eye and fixes my thought,

On the thoughts flowing in sweety dream,

Day dreaming I do in day, 

And in evening and before I sleep,

For that is where I find you,

Playing in my absence with looks

That will steal.
No more stealthy kisses,

No more discreet fondling,

No more hiding hearts, inside the little jewellery box,

Come face to face and tell the world,

Where your sweet heart’s name is printed,

On the cover of flesh, that is called mortal heart,

Where a black colourful sign shines,

Show me at least, if not the sign,

But the watery eyes.

Sky

The vast sky once told me, ‘I am out of everybody’s reach. None can ever catch me.

‘I am pompous because I am larger than your eyes go..

‘None can catch me, because I am not on a run.

‘I am still, even when the sun blazes through me, 

‘The heat passes, but I never stays, I do not let myself burn,

‘You want to touch these clouds?

‘They go, where I go; to every place that is unaffected by other’s emotions,

‘Your envious lust can be fulfilled, you can yourself become the sky,

‘What others say, let it pass through you, let the light glow your cheeks, but never do let the anger and fire reside in you.

‘Be a medium, and gain in the process’

Asleep

In the silent, late midnight,

From noises of far air,

To stable frames on the wall,

From little presence of the world,

To the vast warmth of my blanket,

From my light eyelashes,

To my aching neck back,

Everything I dismiss,

Everything shall we devoid of me;

But you must come swimming

Into my dreams,

When I fall easy asleep.

Medium?

In search of you,

In day and in night,

In the silent crowd 

And the excited sleep,

Image and imagination,

You are beyond my real world,

My limbs and my eye shutters,

In action, in ambition,

In midst of dawdling,

Illusion of horizon-less sky,

Illusion of rain of kisses,

While lips are yet dry;

Medium of time and future,

Travelling to another time,

Breathing the cold

And feeling the warm,

All mixed platforms,

My body and soul at fight.

Silence 

Eyes can hardly stay wide open anymore. Even though hunger does not disturb me, this wait is too tiring and too long. 

I wanted to tell him then and there, but was so dumbstruck. And that I have prepared a ton times now, he is making me wait longer and longer. 

I will say him directly, or may be apologize first. It’s so uncertain about his coming, that my anxiety grows like my nails never do, super fast, but heavy on my heart.

……(falls asleep)

…..(after some time, wakes up suddenly)

Ahh! Sleepy bear; always falling on the pillow. (Sees him coming from the kitchen)

Oh! He is here already. What a joke I have made of myself. What do I do now? He must be thinking I am so lazy and stupid to fall asleep just before noon. 

(He comes and sits by her. Nobody speaks for some long time)

I wish he could understand my silence. It’s so awkward now that he is here to start saying anything. 

(He rests his head back on the cushion, closes his eyes for half minute)

His smell. Just his smell, and I could live on this couch my whole life. He looks so peaceful. As though this couch is right in the middle of some serene sea.

(Drops her head on his shoulders; dugs her nose into his neck) 

He doesn’t open his eyes. I can feel he will not open his eyes. He has already seen me, my smile, and my shut eyes. He is the smartest, I know he knows it.

He finally reads my silence. I may now die in this dream.

Chaos

The world I live in,
Where we shall
One day, meet,
Is a stage,
Full of players,
And void of play;

It’s a chaos,
All around and within,
There is dream,
And a dream breaker,
Both men of same colour,
Conjoined;

Pulling and twisting
Delicate muscles,
And are void of feeling;
For I breathe the ache,
Day in and out,
Like madman.

Kill me, or kill my hopes,
Shallow as it seems,
Doubt and courage,
And confusion I suffer;
We shall suffer too,
Suffer the chaos.

Miracles are to die..

I have swiftly flew to a new side,

A new no-sea shore,

A light yellow horizon,

Beneath the pink sky,

Lighter like the colour of blood;


War has not broken out,

Men don’t loath in thirst

On streets, on chairs;

There is still lightly creased shirts,

Walking to regular moods of jolly,

Falsed men and children.


I am in my mind,

The crimson pink is rage,

Not boiling bubble of anger,

But serene butter like hatred;

It eases my soul,

To know, I know my hate,

And has it cherished

Under sounds of silent smile.

Captive 

I don’t know

What, held me captive

For so many years;

Which feature of yours

Took my breath, 

Made my heart skip beats;

But alas, it’s lost now, 

The unknown charm 

Of your air has flown away;

I laugh at my ignorance, 

And smile at the power 

Of its presence. 

But my eyes see no more, 

My heart beat doesn’t skip

A bit; I am free, 

Of the intoxicating love, 

Blind charm, youthful captivity. 

A last remedy I still suggest, 

Be my friend, for that

Is what, I feel.